This is not a blog post.
This is an I'm setting the timer for 10 minutes, and writing, because I'm so done that I can't even begin to write an organized anything.
I was going to write a blog post for my weekly "Tuesdays with Jesus" about how we have three basic necessities in life. Food. Clothing. Shelter. The bare necessities. I even looked up the lyrics to the song from the movie, The Jungle Book.
I wanted to compare these to Jesus and our all-sufficiency in Him.
Here are my notes:
Food: He is the Bread of Life.
Clothing: He clothes us in garments of salvation and places a robe of righteousness over us.
Shelter: He is our Shelter, our Refuge, our Hiding Place, and our Safety.
But after cleaning up the house, balancing the checkbook, picking up a prescription, buying a few groceries and putting them away, climbing the Mt. Sinai known as the load of towels that have accumulated for ONLY 3 days, and putting them away, I am done. So done.
I won't quote the Scripture verses that go with my thoughts above. Maybe you can look them up. No Hebrew or Greek transliteration today.
No thoughts deeper than the wondering if it's going to rain.
Nothing more profound than how I love the way my backyard looks at this time of day.
Whispering thank yous for a roof and clean water, clothes, and the ability to buy groceries for my family.
She was pushing a grocery cart down the busy street on my way home. All her belongings within. Folks say our neighborhood is going down the drain. Suburbia isn't so polished anymore. I think she's a reminder from God.
But for His grace.
If I lost everything, would He be enough?
Would His bread fill me?
Would salvation and righteousness hang well on me?
Would the shadow of His wings be the shade that gives me respite from the heat of my difficulties?
I'd like to say yes.
I'd like to believe I would. Believe I could.